"Yeah." I respond softly, still rubbing my sore cheek. I've said that twice before. "Why did hit me?" That's the really important thing.

You shake with anger.

"Why did you kill me?"

I stop rubbing my cheek and frown slightly.

"You're mine, if I left you alive, then I'd be stuck following you around, watching you move on. I like you." I explain, happy that I can tell her I like her.

You look horrified and that makes me curious.

"What?"

I grab her hands and stroke them. This is just so nice.

"All this time every since you started to visit me, I've like you. I really like you." I smiled at you. "I wanted to tell you how I was feeling, but I couldn't speak, I wanted to look at you but I couldn't see. I thought maybe you would realize that I liked you, but you got a boyfriend and I thought I'd never get a chance to have you, but then he died and I had another chance, but then I died." I look at the open window and the pretty sunlight and allow your hands to slip out of mine.

"I didn't want to leave you; I wasn't going to leave you."

You took a step back gaining my attention.

"SO I had no choice but to kill you, to put you on the same level that I was." I say excitedly, I want you to understand.

You looked so scared and you backing away from me.

"You mean all this time, you where becoming obsessed with me?" I don't outright say it just reach for you, you jump away.

"Molly, come back." I tell you, but you shake your head.

"Molly." I say firmer you step back again.

I take a breath. You're making this difficult.

"Molly, come back here right now." I'm tense and upset. You start crying and I feel horrible. Are you scared of me, was I too harsh.

"Don't cry. I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to be with you and I want to be with you forever."

"No." You say softly. "This is not right. I have to leave."

What?!!

"NO. You can't leave me." I say "You tried that before." I start to hyperventilate now. I choke on my words and my obsession with you trying to find something to make you stay.